Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Index,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.